Oh, kind Gobemouches
Why did you die?
We miss you so,
The flowers and I!
At least she liked Gobemouches. I'm not sure she was so fond of kitty Pasht:
Feathered folk, give thanks! Rejoice!
To your throats let songs upgush!
Stilled is now her hated voice,
Rots our foe beneath this bush!
Even though Vallé was not the most skillful of poets, she did have this strikingly heartfelt gift to offer the memory of her dog Lupetta:
A Little Florentine Dog
Within my heart I kept her locked
A treasure none might see;
But grinning Death stood by and mocked,
He held a master key!
Soon open wide he flung the door
And took my golden one
And stole the color from the shore
And sea, and sky, and sun!